LABOR: Horatius & the Great Ham

As the Great Ham stalked into Judge T. Alan Goldsborough's courtroom
last Tuesday morning, he suspected something of what was in store for
him. Drawn Venetian blinds excluded the sun and gave the oak-paneled
chamber the fashionable decorum of a high-class café. It took the judge
about 40 minutes to overrule all defense objections and accept the
Government's findings of fact. Would Mr. Lewis be permitted to speak?
He would, said the judge, and Lewis rose, clutching three typewritten
sheets of paper.